Page 22 of Overnight Inheritance

“Just the one,” she said through a dry throat. “Right now, I feel like I’ll die if I don’t have you even once.”

A slow smile spread across his face. “Lead the way.”

Making it through the apartment took much longer than it should have. Sebastian caught her on the staircase and turned her in his arms, the extra height of the stair meaning she didn’t have to stretch up to kiss him. And once they reached the hall, the absence of his touch was too much to bear, so she turned and reached for him, and he pulled her tight and kissed her hard.

Somehow they made it to her room, and as soon as they were through the door, she was in his arms again, his breath hot near her ear. “Now, where were we?”

“Where were we?” she asked, trying to get her brain to work, which was difficult when she could smell the intoxicating, warm musk of his skin. “You were asking if I was sure?”

“Earlier.” He sucked her earlobe into his mouth and gently bit down.

Her blood fizzed through her body like champagne. “Deciding if you were coming upstairs?”

“Earlier.”

Everything outside this room was a distant memory, but she forced her mind to work. “When we were in your kitchen?”

“That’s the one,” he murmured against her skin. “Tell me what you want, Mae.”

The possibilities flooded her mind, and she swayed, her grip on his shoulders the only thing keeping her upright.

“Everything,” she whispered. “I want to touch you, and be touched by you. To kiss and be kissed by you. To drown with you. I want everything you have to offer.”

“Done.” He kissed her again, pressing his thigh between her legs, providing delicious pressure where she craved it the most.

“And what about you?” Her hands roamed over his back, his sides, wherever she could reach, learning the shape of him, committing it to memory. “What do you want?”

His eyes flared. “I want to hear you say my name.”

“Sebastian?” she said, knowing she was missing something, since she’d used his name countless times over the past few days.

“Not like that.” He leaned in, murmuring at her ear, sending sparks zinging across her skin. “I want to hear you moaning it when you’re lost to sensation. Screaming it when you find your release. I want my name to be your whole world for tonight.”

As she snaked her hand down his chest, across the flat of his abdomen, and farther to the bulge of his erection, she whispered, “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.” His breath hissed out from between closed teeth. She traced the outline of his shape, teasing him, building, wanting him to be as desperate as she was. Then she palmed him through his trousers, cupping him, and his hips bucked, thrusting into her hand.

She found his belt and was fiddling with the buckle when his hands came down to stop hers. He swore savagely under his breath.

“I don’t have a condom,” he rasped. “Didn’t need them when I was married and haven’t been seeing anyone since. I’m assuming, since you haven’t been in the country long...?”

Her stomach sank and she winced. “I didn’t bring them from Australia and haven’t had a reason to buy any since I arrived.” Which right now seemed like a massive oversight. “I don’t want to stop to get some, though.”

“I’m not even stopping for earthquakes or hurricanes,” he said and kissed her.

The intensity of the kiss kicked up a notch, setting her aflame. The pads of his thumbs stroked over the front of her bra, but her hands were greedier, trying to touch all of him through his clothes at once.

Breaking the kiss, he turned her and pushed against the closed door, his arms coming around from behind to find the button and zipper at the top of her pants. He released the closure and slowly pushed them down, taking her underpants with them, smoothing his hands over her bare buttocks as he went. A rush of cold air hit her flesh and her head swam.

“I knew your ass would be delectable.” He kissed one cheek, his tongue flicking out, and then he softly bit her.

All the air left her lungs in one long whoosh and her legs swayed. “Maybe give a girl a little warning next time?” she said once her lungs were working again.

He stood, his front sliding up her back, and then his breath was at her ear. “Now where would the fun be in that?”

She coughed out a laugh.

He undid the buttons of her shirt and tugged the sides apart. He wrapped one arm around her stomach, and the other up and over her shoulder, sliding his hand down into the cup of her bra. With his body pressing into her from behind, the hand holding her against him started to inch downward, overwhelming her with sensation. And then his hand reached the juncture of her thighs and he cupped her, pressing lightly.

“Oh, God,” she said, her vision swimming.

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